In a room that exists against a backdrop of uncertainty, we meet Pierre, an idiosyncratic playwright, Laurent, a failed academic and logician, and Samuel, their long suffering friend. The three companions are trying to determine their place in the logical flow of things while navigating the murky waters of friendship, philosophy and the postal service. They are almost certain that they received a letter, of some shape, form or description, although nothing is certain. Some things are almost certain, although some would argue that by definition that is necessarily false. If only there was some way to tell for certain whether or not a letter has arrived? There ought to be one.
They might have a fish for dinner.